Help, I was forced into marriage by a monster!

Almost instantly, Baby Feng Chen took two steps back, hid behind Song Yinzhi, grabbed Song Yinzhi's clothes with one small hand, and carefully looked at the unfriendly little baby in front of him.

"Don't be afraid, Xiao Yudian. This is your brother, and his name is Feng Qi." Song Yinzhi knelt down and took Xiao Yudian's little hand.

Perhaps because of his frailty and illness, Xiao Yudian's hand is obviously slender than that of Xiao Xueqiu, and it doesn't feel real in his hand. Even if Song Yinzhi exerts a little force, he will visibly flinch, as if he was really pinched. average.

Feng Qi's little baby still had one foot on the stairs and did not step down. He stared blankly at the uninvited guest in front of him. After a while, his thin eyebrows frowned, and immediately asked in a childish but stern voice. :

"Who is he."

Although it was a baby who was only one and a half years old, his tone was irresistible and tough.

Song Yinzhi gently patted Feng Chen's back, slowly pushed him to the front, and introduced with a smiling face as much as possible:

"Snowball, this is your younger brother. His name is Feng Chen. Maybe you are too young to have any impression of him. He has been living with his parents before, and he just came back today. Come on, the two babies shake hands, okay? Let's get along well in the future."

With that said, Song Yinzhi turned his head and glanced at Feng Chen who was at the side.

The child seemed to be really frightened, his little face was as white as paper, without any color at all, and his little hands grabbed Song Yinzhi's hand so hard that the knuckles were slightly white.

"I don't have a younger brother, my parents only have me as a baby!" At that moment, the explosive package in Xiao Xueqiu's body seemed to be ignited, and the air was filled with a strong smell of gunpowder. He blurted out in a high-pitched voice. At that moment, Song Yinzhi felt that his eardrums were pricked and hurt slightly.

"Snowball, you can't yell like this, it will frighten Xiaoyudian." Song Yinzhi quickly stopped it.

Because he really felt Feng Chen shaking behind him.

"Get rough!" Seeing that Song Yinzhi was not facing her, Xiao Xueqiu decided to make enough food and clothing by herself, picked up Feng Chen's schoolbag from the sofa at the side and stuffed it into his arms, then pulled his clothes and dragged them out.

"Brother..." Feng Chen was staggered two steps by the little snowball, he almost subconsciously raised his head, and looked at Song Yinzhi for help.

Song Yinzhi knew it would be like this, with one head and two big heads, after all, he had already seen how difficult it is for little Xueqiu to coax.

"Snowball, let go first." Song Yinzhi quickly took Xiao Xueqiu's hand, forcing him to let go of Feng Chen's arm.

"I hate people lying to me the most." Suddenly, Little Xueqiu calmed down, but what followed immediately was a sentence that did not seem like a one-and-a-half-year-old baby could utter.

"Brother didn't lie to you, he is really your brother." Song Yinzhi quickly explained.

Little Xueqiu clenched her little hands secretly, and cast a cold glance at Song Yinzhi: "Since you love him so much, let him be your younger brother."

Leaving such a sentence behind, Little Xueqiu seemed too lazy to waste words with these two, turned around and went upstairs crookedly.

Looking at his leaving back, a sense of fatigue suddenly flooded into my heart.

Song Yinzhi heaved a long sigh, and turned to look at Feng Chen.

The little guy was hugging his own thigh, he didn't dare to open his eyes, his body was almost shaking like chaff.

Song Yinzhi felt distressed, so he quickly picked him up, stroked his hair and comforted him softly: "Don't be afraid of the little rain, brother doesn't hate you, it may be that he is not used to seeing new children for a while, just wait for you to play for two days oh."

Feng Chen held Song Yinzhi's neck tightly with his two small hands. Although his body was still shaking, the expression on his face had already relaxed.

"Yeah." Feng Chen nodded, and buried his small face into Song Yinzhi's neck.

He sniffed, and suddenly, a smile of unknown meaning appeared on the corner of his mouth.

****

Having an extra baby in the family means two servings of complementary food, and a story about two servings before going to bed.

Because no matter how Song Yinzhi tried to persuade him, Feng Qi would not share the same bed with his lovely younger brother, he would not even eat at the same table, as soon as Feng Chen appeared, he would lose his temper.

Maybe it was out of sympathy for the weak, maybe Song Yinzhi himself didn't realize that he had begun to favor that poor, weak and sickly man, intentionally or not, in his speech and actions.

at the dinner table—

"No time! No time! Let him go!" Seeing Feng Chen sitting opposite him, Xiao Xueqiu was not happy, and sweared directly, even raised her little hand, and swept all her bowls and spoons on the ground.

"Snowball, stop playing your temper." Song Yinzhi's heart was tired, his body was also tired, his head was groggy, and his patience value dropped to the bottom in an instant, "If you don't want to eat, then don't eat."

Especially when looking at Feng Chen, seeing him timidly looking at Xiao Xueqiu with a spoon, he was angry and distressed.

Xueqiu was stunned for a moment, it seemed that this was the first time he had heard Song Yinzhi speak to him in such a cold tone during the two months he had been with Song Yinzhi.

If it is justifiable that he killed himself because of Duan Siwei last time because Duan Siwei used sorcery to confuse him, then this time, why did this so-called "brother" come here, and why did he have to fight with him? He snatched this person's favor?

Little Xueqiu pursed her mouth and glanced at Song Yinzhi, then died down instantly, sat back obediently, and took the initiative to pick up her own bowl and spoon from the ground.

He raised his head and looked at the person on the opposite side who was sipping the exquisite complementary food that used to belong to him alone, and unconsciously squeezed the spoon tightly.

In the evening, after taking care of two babies and taking a bath, Song Yinzhi looked at the new sheets in the closet that hadn’t been taken out to dry for a long time. Song Yinzhi was afraid that Feng Chen’s skin would be uncomfortable with such sheets, so he wanted to ask him if he would like tonight. I don't want to spend the night with myself.

However, after going to Feng Chen's room, he didn't see anyone else.

Song Yinzhi went to Xiao Xueqiu's room to poke his head, and saw Xiao Xueqiu sitting alone on the bed reading a book.

For a moment, Song Yinzhi, who had a heart attack, really wanted to go in and hug this poor little guy.

But after thinking about it, a child can't just be spoiled blindly. If it doesn't make sense, then he should be taught a lesson.

Thinking about it, Song Yinzhi closed the door casually, turned around and walked out.

After searching the entire second floor, Feng Chen's figure was not found.

Maybe go to the bathroom?

Song Yinzhi went downstairs with a "thump, thump, thump," and just as he walked to the door of the bathroom, he saw that there was a light on inside, and the door was still ajar.

He looked in through the crack of the door, and saw a young figure squatting on the ground with his back facing him.

Song Yinzhi knocked on the door and asked, "Xiao Yudian, can brother go in?"

The little baby didn't know what he was doing, so he was so focused that he didn't even hear Song Yinzhi calling him.

Song Yinzhi pushed open the door silently, walked to the little baby, and saw——

There was a basin in front of this little guy, and in the basin were his changed clothes. He was holding a piece of clothing that was almost bigger than his body in his two slender hands, and he was scrubbing it hard, and the sleeves were wet. No strength, no skills, just holding the clothes like tickling them.

Seeing this scene, Song Yinzhi was really relieved.

And a little bit bitter.

This is obviously his own home, how could he make it look as pitiful as someone else's.

This child is really sensible. It seems that the parents are really well educated. A one-year-old and eight-month-old child washes clothes by himself, and no one will believe him if he tells it.

Although washed and not washed the same.

Song Yinzhi squatted down beside him, and looked at him with a smile: "Xiao Yudian, brother, help you wash, your hands are too small to wash."

Baby Feng Chen looked up at Song Yinzhi.

As a result, Song Yinzhi was taken aback by the baby's red eyes.

"What's wrong? Why are you crying, baby?" He frantically went to wipe Feng Chen's eyes.

The little baby looked at the heavy fitting clothes in his hand because of the water, wiped his eyes with his sleeve, and shook his head: "I'll send some to wash."

I feel pity for that aggrieved whisper.

"Will you wash it yourself when you grow up?" Song Yinzhi said, gently pulling the little dress out of Feng Chen's hand.

"I'll send some laundry." Feng Chen stubbornly took back his clothes, "I can wash, brother, don't hate me..."

Song Yinzhi's heart tightened, and then he chuckled lightly.

He wrapped Feng Chen in his arms, held his little hand with both hands, and said with a gentle smile: "Then brother, will you wash it with you?"

Feng Chen wiped away tears again, leaning his small body in Song Yinzhi's arms, looking at his hands skillfully scrubbing clothes, then turned his face away, and buried his face in his arms, tears wet Song Yinzhi's chest.

"Yudian, this is your own home, don't be afraid of anything, my brother is here to take care of you, so if you encounter difficulties, you must tell your brother, and why does your brother hate you, you are so good, your brother Xiaoxue Qiu even needs others to help him brush his teeth, so it's too late for me to like you, so stop thinking about it."

Feng Chen nodded, turned his face, looked at Song Yinzhi's hands washing his clothes, couldn't help but put his little hand on the back of his hand, and slowly shook it with his movements.

After washing his clothes, Song Yinzhi returned to his room with Xiaoyudian, asking him to rest for a while, and then he would come over and tell him a story immediately, and then went downstairs to do his own business.

Song Yinzhi was lying in the bathtub, looking at the chandelier above his head, feeling sleepy——

Caring for a baby is really a matter of physical and mental strength. I thought that sensible children would make people worry-free, but it turned out that the more sensible children are, the less worry-free they are, because they will get used to keeping things in their hearts and don’t want to be with them. Others say that they will not vent their emotions, because they are afraid that some unhappy things will be held in their hearts for a long time and will cause problems.

Therefore, people like Xiao Xueqiu who vent their emotions anytime and anywhere are often not overly worrying.

The thing to worry about is that little raindrop who is so obedient that she hardly has a sense of existence.

The water in the bathtub cooled down little by little, Song Yinzhi's body kept sliding down, and he would fall asleep if he was given another second.

Suddenly, my heart jumped.

A bad premonition vaguely rose in my heart, and inexplicably, my heart began to beat without rhythm.

He sat up in a jerk, quickly got out of the bathtub and wiped it casually, put on his pajamas and hurried out.

Sure enough, this bad premonition was not groundless.

When he reached the stairs, the scene in front of him made him a little suspicious——

Finally, he had deep doubts about that rude but reasonable little Xueqiu——

Baby Feng Chen, the younger brother who was born in the same mother as Xiao Xueqiu, was lying at the bottom of the stairs, shaking non-stop.

The other little baby was standing at the top of the stairs, with indifferent eyes, looking down at this pitiful little man lying on the ground.

Hearing the sound of footsteps, the two little babies looked over in search of prestige.

Feng Chen had a big red spot on his forehead, the skin was scratched, blood oozing out, his whole face was red, tears kept rolling in the sockets of his eyes.

Watching this scene, Song Yinzhi instantly felt a chill rushing to his forehead, the kind of chill coming out of his bones.

"Brother..." When Feng Chen saw Song Yinzhi, he curled his mouth and curled it into a wavy line, as if meeting a relative. The teardrops that were still strong in the eye sockets broke instantly, pattering away. down.

As for Little Xueqiu, he just rolled his eyes and tilted his head to one side, not wanting to look at him.

"Little Yudian, are you alright?" Song Yinzhi ran over to pick up Feng Chen in three steps and two, carefully inspecting the injury on his forehead.

"Brother, woo woo." Baby Feng Chen hugged Song Yinzhi's neck tightly, with tears in his eyes, his voice was choked up.

"How did you do it?" Song Yinzhi's voice suddenly rose an octave.

He lightly stroked the back of Feng Chen's head with his hand, trying to comfort him, but inadvertently touched a big lump on the back of Feng Chen's head.

Not only that, but Feng Chen's elbows and knees were bruised in many places, and his ankles were swollen like steamed buns, and they were also shiny red.

"Did you fall down the stairs?" Song Yinzhi quickly carried Feng Chen to the living room and found the medicine box.

Looking at the stairs again, fortunately there was a soft blanket, otherwise if such a small little Douding really fell down, it is estimated that ICU can be arranged directly now.

Hearing this sentence, Feng Chen shrank his head and looked back at Feng Qi who was still standing on the stairs, his big eyes were filled with fear, he immediately turned his head, his small hands tightly grasped Song Yinzhi's clothes, and buried his face in the In Song Yinzhi's arms, he dared not raise his head like an ostrich.

But with this tiny movement, Song Yinzhi seemed to understand something.

He sighed softly, this breath was really aggrieved and uncomfortable.

Song Yinzhi found out the alcohol swab, opened the baby's trouser legs, and said softly: "Xiao Yudian, brother will disinfect it for you first, it will hurt a little, but you are a brave baby, aren't you?"

Feng Chen pursed his lips and nodded silently.

Seeing Xiaoyudian who was covered in injuries but not crying loudly, Song Yinzhi felt pain in his heart. He was so small and knocked like this, let alone a child, adults may not be able to bear it.

Sure enough, the stronger a child is, the more distressing he is.

Alcohol melted into tiny white foams at the wound, like a squid being scalded on an iron plate at high temperature. Song Yinzhi even had auditory hallucinations. The wound seemed to be "sizzling" when it touched alcohol.

He couldn't help shivering.

Looking up at Feng Chen, the child's back molars, which probably didn't exist, were about to be crushed, his cheeks were bulging, his face turned from red to blue, it looked like he was in so much pain.

"It'll be fine right away. If you really can't help it, you can cry." Song Yinzhi was really afraid that something would happen to the child if he kept holding it in like this, so he kept persuading him, cherishing hope that he could release his emotions and cry happily one game.

But Feng Chen just shook his head, even though the tears were almost unstoppable, the dike would burst in the next second.

"Small raindrops." Song Yinzhi quietly glanced at Xiao Xueqiu from the corner of his eye, and saw that he was still standing there motionless, looking at him arrogantly.

Song Yinzhi lowered his voice as much as possible: "Tell me the truth, did your brother push you down the stairs?"

If that's the case, it's really scary.

A one-year-old and eight-month-old child did such a vicious and inhumane thing to his own brother. Song Yinzhi couldn't imagine what would happen to this child if he continued to let him go.

At this time, he especially hoped to get a negative answer from Feng Chen, even if Xiao Xueqiu just watched coldly and didn't reach out to help him, he could accept it.

But Feng Chen, after hesitating for a long time, nodded slowly——

The pores all over the body opened little by little, and even though they hadn't come out yet, the cold air still poured in, extending from a certain point all the way to the whole body, causing the scalp to become numb.

Song Yinzhi's throat seemed to be clogged with a ball of cotton, and he wanted to say something, but he couldn't utter a single word.

No, you must be calm at this time, and you can't jump to conclusions based on the child's one-sided words. He believes that although Xiao Xueqiu has a bad temper, he has been educating and guiding him with all his heart, so he will never make such an outrageous behavior. The thing... ok.

Song Yinzhi helped Feng Chen to give good medicine, and carried him back to his room first.

"Your quilt will be taken out to dry in the sun tomorrow, how about spending the night with me tonight?"

Feng Chen looked at his face, nodded his head, obediently pulled away Song Yinzhi's quilt and covered it, only a pair of eyes were exposed.

Song Yinzhi took a deep breath helplessly, helped him tuck the corner of the quilt, turned and walked out of the room.

There was a hint of anxiety in his steps, as if he couldn't wait to prove the truth of the matter.

When they came to the stairs, Xiao Xueqiu was still standing there, with his back to Song Yinzhi, staring at the carpet downstairs in a daze.

Song Yinzhi swallowed his saliva, and walked gently to his side:

"Snowball, why are you still standing here and not going back to sleep?"

The little baby looked up at him, then immediately looked back and remained silent.

"Brother, can I ask you a few questions? Can you answer me honestly?" Song Yinzhi may not have noticed that his voice was trembling.

Little Xueqiu held onto the handrail of the stairs tightly with one hand, but remained silent.

"Just now... your brother Feng Chen fell down the stairs..." Song Yinzhi hesitated when he said this, trying to organize his words, "Do you know what happened?"

Little Xueqiu ignored him, with a stiff expression and a thorny look, like a dead pig who is not afraid of boiling water, so you can ask any questions you want.

"Little babies of your age have bad legs and feet, and it's easy to step on the ground. Did you accidentally trip over your younger brother?"

"I didn't trip him." Finally, Xiao Xueqiu gave up and continued to pretend to be dumb, and looked up at Song Yinzhi calmly.

Hearing this, Song Yinzhi heaved a long sigh of relief.

After all, Feng Chen is young, so it is normal to remember wrongly.

In other words, how could Little Xueqiu be this kind of child.

"Looks like I pushed him down." Little Xueqiu's expression was beaming, as if he was saying "Happy New Year red envelope", and he even made a gesture of pushing him down with a smile.

Shock is like a stone thrown into a lake, causing ripples to expand circle by circle——

"You... really did this?" Song Yinzhi asked after hesitating for a while.

Little Xueqiu nodded unabashedly, the half-smile expression on his face was like a heavy club, hitting Song Yinzhi hard on the forehead.

Little Xueqiu said "Mmm", with a rising end, a frivolous tone with a hint of pride.

"Why?" Song Yinzhi looked down at him, looking into his eyes with the last hope, hoping to read the meaning of "I'm joking" from it.

Sadly, no.

"He, hate it." Little Xueqiu said with a smile, then turned around and was about to leave.

Song Yinzhi dragged him back by slipping his collar, and looked at him seriously:

"Snowball, it doesn't matter if you do something wrong, just correct it. You must let others see your sincerity. If you push your brother down such a high staircase, if something goes wrong, who will take the responsibility, you? still me."

Little Xueqiu broke free from his hand, straightened his collar like a little adult, and continued laughing:

"Brother doesn't like him, so protect him, and next time he won't be pushed down the stairs."

Throwing down such a sentence, Little Xueqiu let out a half-hearted sneer, and went back to her room in a twisted manner.

In an instant, my heart was so tired and I felt so powerless that Song Yinzhi fell to the ground without any support.

He looked at the patterns on the floor tiles, and Cheng Guangwa reflected his embarrassed figure brightly.

In fact, you can't completely blame Xiaoxueqiu for this matter. If you want to blame it, you can blame yourself. You didn't detect his intentions in time. From the beginning when you brought Feng Chen back, this little guy's hostility was obvious. Inadvertently, he fell into the quagmire as if overnight.

Definitely not happy.

After all, he now has only himself.

****

A bright moon is rising in the sky, and the mist is hazy, like a veil covering the moon. What is the moon hiding behind the veil doing?

Mourning and weeping?

It turns out that there are things in this world that she can't do anything about.

The huge old elm tree in the yard is quite towering, and the small crimson flowers exude a mysterious red light. From a distance, it looks like a dim light in front of the gate of the underworld.

Feng Qi stood under the tree, his long hair was blown by the night wind, and he stared at the cluster of small crimson flowers above his head with deep eyes.

A man in black sat on a tree branch, holding a flagon in his hand, his long legs dangling restlessly.

"Why didn't you explain it to him, obviously you didn't do it." The man in black shrugged his shoulders, as if he wished he could not understand Feng Qi's actions.

Feng Qi raised his eyes slightly, the white eyelashes formed a fan-shaped shadow on the eyelids.

"Why explain? If he really believed me, he wouldn't have doubted me at first. Even if he explained, but the grudge has already arisen. Besides, he always wants to find an answer. If he doesn't find the answer, he may have trouble all night long." Mian, then why don't I just let him go."

Feng Qi had a mocking smile on his face.

"That's right..." The man in black rubbed the wine pot, looked at Feng Qi on the ground, hesitant to speak.

This poor big monster has lived for hundreds of years. When will he understand human feelings? It needs to be frank and honest.

"But what is your brother doing here this time? Could it be that his 'secret' is also in the world?" As if he didn't want to continue this embarrassing topic, the man in black changed the subject, and finally turned to the instigator of this incident.

Sure enough, when he saw Feng Qi's expression froze for a moment.

He stood under the tree with his hands behind his back, his perfect jaw line streaked across the dark red flowers.

He seemed to be puzzled, and then stretched out his hand, looking at his palm prints, as if asking, or talking to himself:

"Have you ever heard that the 'Tianji' of the two monsters are the same person..."